At Libre Livre we try to develop the potential of all the team, and this weekend it was the Head Marbler's turn. A Conference on 19th Century psychology and aesthetics seemed just the thing. It grieves me to relate that when, after the first talk, the chairman asked for any questions the HM's hand went straight up: "what time's coffee?" she asked.
How crass you can you get: it's always 11 - 11.30, isn;t it?
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